#george

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#life

(Jason Leopold is) "a nut with Internet access (Page 439). ↗

— Karl Rove

#courage

Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow — we’re identical! ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#humour #death

I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!" "What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?" said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#family

You are going to have a nasty scar," I said as I gently held pressure to stop the bleeding. "All true warriors wear their scars proudly," he mumbled. "How can I be proud of this one?" I looked up at him, horrified, as I realized what he meant. "What will your parents say?" I would be sent to Siberia. My whole family would be exiled. If not executed. He shook his head. "They will know about the count before too long. My father will think that I failed to protect the public from this danger. It is I who fear being sent to Siberia." "But...wait. I didn't express my fears out loud, did I?" I dropped his arm and backed away, suddenly spooked by his silvery faerie eyes. "Can you read my thoughts?" "Sometimes, when I concentrate." He winced and grabbed the bandage from me to apply pressure to the bleeding himself. "You are very easy to read. Most of the time. ↗

— Robin Bridges

#katerina-alexandrovna #family

Now I start my diary of my personal plot to kill by pistol either Richard Nixon or George Wallace. ↗

— Arthur Bremer

#either #george #i #kill #nixon

I know I grew up in the time when a young man in a baggy suit and slicked-down hair stood spraddle-legged in the crossroads of history and talked hot and mean about the colored, giving my poor and desperate people a reason to feel superior to somebody, to anybody. I know that even as the words of George Wallace rang through my Alabama, the black family who lived down the dirt road from our house sent fresh-picked corn and other food to the poor white lady and her three sons, because they knew their daddy had run off, because hungry does not have a color. ↗

— Rick Bragg

#george-wallace #hunger #poverty #family

George looked at her for a long moment. Finally he replied, "And why do you find it so hard to think someone might like you and want to do things for you? ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#friendship #george #friendship

Did I hurt you in the parking lot?" "No, m'lady. I fell, so I could put a tracker on your car." Great. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#fate-s-edge #funny #george #ilona-andrews #the-edge

And I meant to tell you: that was a one-in-a-thousand shot." She raised her hand. "Don't." "It was awesome," George confirmed. "It really was," Jack said. "His head exploded. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#fate-s-edge #funny #george #ilona-andrew #jack